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4/14/05

with this dangerous pace I travelled
just to reach the end
I took every single bite
Thinking that it was just part of it
I wanna scream,
“I wanna leave before I die”
but I can’t.

nails on my feet
I don’t even have time to clean ‘em
All I want is to blow the wind
To reach the end that seems like never ending.

I thought of a beautiful you, waiting on my cup
To keep me safe from this pendulum ride
There maybe more pages to swim and
  More bites to come
But I know, soon this droned hanging inside
  Will no longer just a whisper.